Sublime

Red Kelley fit right in. He was angry, petty, and violent. He had big ears and about three mustaches’ worth of mustache.

I'm very fond of Rusty. A big curly-headed Irishman from Clonmel, with sad eyes and a smile as wide as Wilshire Boulevard.

“Clyde Waggoner. I’m Martin’s father.” The man from Okeechobee was wearing a white rayon tie with a blue chambray work shirt, and khaki trousers. There was a thin nylon Sears windbreaker folded over his left arm.

Introduced to a party of people who ignore their own chauffeur, he protests: “I have not met this gentleman

Connally, his arm in a sling, hovered pacing at the perimeter of our circle, drinking at a bottled seltzer whose volume seemed to remain somehow constant.

Situé sur Collins Avenue, à l’angle de la 21e Rue, ce diner ouvert 24 heures sur 24, encore en livrée d’époque, fut fondé en 1940 par un certain Wilfred Cohen, qui avait l’art et le don d’acheter et de revendre toutes sortes de restaurants acquis pour la plupart au bord de la faillite avant d’être repulpés et ensuite rétrocédés au plus haut de leur

He had short red hair and a face like a collapsed lung. He was as ugly a guy as I ever saw. He